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Authors: Caris Roane
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, paranormal romance, Vampires, Psychics, Teen & Young Adult, Werewolves & Shifters
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what Sandra had so recently become.
She trembled now from excitement and hope and from the love she felt for the vampire.
The next moment, however, she shaded her eyes and tears bloomed. The reality of fortress life, the spies who roamed the halls for Margetta, and that Griffin was required to be outside sparring until dawn, all worked against them.
But if something didn’t happen in the next few hours, Margetta would force the wraith-bond on her and there would be nothing she could do to escape it.
Whatever she chose to do, she had to be swift and she had to be careful.
First, she decided to path Griffin, to see if she even could at such a distance. She’d never done so before, but she was a blood rose now and her powers had increased. Griffin, are you there? I’m in trouble.
When she didn’t hear a response she tried again. And again.
~ ~ ~
Griffin sparred with a powerful shifter, mate-bonded with a wraith who floated above them shrieking the whole time. He used his battle energy in bursts and an axe in his left hand.
The shifter had once served in the Swanicott Shifter Brigade when he’d left to join Margetta’s forces and engage in the Invictus bond. But he was no match for Griffin.
As Griffin levitated with sudden speed, and sent a minute amount of his battle vibration straight into the shifter’s head, the shifter crumpled to the dirt.
Griffin was barely winded, but he feigned what his usual response would be and bent over at the knees, waiting with axe in hand for the shifter to revive.
Griffin, are you there?
The words were faint but unmistakable now that he wasn’t fighting. Sandra?
Thank the Goddess you can hear me. I’m in trouble. I’m a blood rose, but I’m guessing you know that by now.
I do. He remained where he was and watched as the shifter slowly began to regain consciousness. Buying a little more time, he sent another blast and hit him in the chest. He rolled on his back, limp. Tell me everything.
He listened as she spoke of the new supply she was building for him, then a string of panicky words about needing to feed all the mastyrs in the camp.
At that, he tossed the axe onto the nearby weapons pile, rose up and moved in a circle. He shoved his hands through his long hair, dislodging the leather strap. He re-tied it.
But the thought of Sandra feeding even a lesser mastyr had his fangs vibrating heavily in his gums. He’d heard about the almost caveman-like visceral response to the blood rose, a drive to possess her and keep her away from all others.
There’s more. Margetta intends to bond me to a wraith near dawn.
Margetta had already told him and he’d been struggling to create a plan to get them both out of the fortress within the next few hours. Nothing had come to him and maybe that’s the reason he lost it. But he suddenly cursed long and loud, then roared into the night. He shouted every foul word that would come to mind.
Only when he stopped, he realized the entire sparring line now stared at him, including Fulton who was levitating in his direction.
Fulton. A mastyr vampire.
I’m coming to you. Somehow. Now. But I’ve got deal with Fulton.
He had to think fast, to get the hell out of there without tangling with Fulton. But how?
Then he knew what to do, the one thing that would make sense to every vampire in the sparring line, including Fulton.
“I need to feed,” he shouted. “Now.” Without one more word of explanation, he bolted toward the female slaves’ quarters, those women who serviced the men with sex as well as the vampires from their veins.
When he was out of eyesight, he slowed but retained his direction. He had to think. How was he to get into the fortress at this hour? Yet getting there seemed more critical than anything else he’d experienced in the past year. He had to get back to Sandra and he had to bond with her. And it had to be now.
The lay-out of the fortress came to mind. The central entrance, though at a distance from the
She trembled now from excitement and hope and from the love she felt for the vampire.
The next moment, however, she shaded her eyes and tears bloomed. The reality of fortress life, the spies who roamed the halls for Margetta, and that Griffin was required to be outside sparring until dawn, all worked against them.
But if something didn’t happen in the next few hours, Margetta would force the wraith-bond on her and there would be nothing she could do to escape it.
Whatever she chose to do, she had to be swift and she had to be careful.
First, she decided to path Griffin, to see if she even could at such a distance. She’d never done so before, but she was a blood rose now and her powers had increased. Griffin, are you there? I’m in trouble.
When she didn’t hear a response she tried again. And again.
~ ~ ~
Griffin sparred with a powerful shifter, mate-bonded with a wraith who floated above them shrieking the whole time. He used his battle energy in bursts and an axe in his left hand.
The shifter had once served in the Swanicott Shifter Brigade when he’d left to join Margetta’s forces and engage in the Invictus bond. But he was no match for Griffin.
As Griffin levitated with sudden speed, and sent a minute amount of his battle vibration straight into the shifter’s head, the shifter crumpled to the dirt.
Griffin was barely winded, but he feigned what his usual response would be and bent over at the knees, waiting with axe in hand for the shifter to revive.
Griffin, are you there?
The words were faint but unmistakable now that he wasn’t fighting. Sandra?
Thank the Goddess you can hear me. I’m in trouble. I’m a blood rose, but I’m guessing you know that by now.
I do. He remained where he was and watched as the shifter slowly began to regain consciousness. Buying a little more time, he sent another blast and hit him in the chest. He rolled on his back, limp. Tell me everything.
He listened as she spoke of the new supply she was building for him, then a string of panicky words about needing to feed all the mastyrs in the camp.
At that, he tossed the axe onto the nearby weapons pile, rose up and moved in a circle. He shoved his hands through his long hair, dislodging the leather strap. He re-tied it.
But the thought of Sandra feeding even a lesser mastyr had his fangs vibrating heavily in his gums. He’d heard about the almost caveman-like visceral response to the blood rose, a drive to possess her and keep her away from all others.
There’s more. Margetta intends to bond me to a wraith near dawn.
Margetta had already told him and he’d been struggling to create a plan to get them both out of the fortress within the next few hours. Nothing had come to him and maybe that’s the reason he lost it. But he suddenly cursed long and loud, then roared into the night. He shouted every foul word that would come to mind.
Only when he stopped, he realized the entire sparring line now stared at him, including Fulton who was levitating in his direction.
Fulton. A mastyr vampire.
I’m coming to you. Somehow. Now. But I’ve got deal with Fulton.
He had to think fast, to get the hell out of there without tangling with Fulton. But how?
Then he knew what to do, the one thing that would make sense to every vampire in the sparring line, including Fulton.
“I need to feed,” he shouted. “Now.” Without one more word of explanation, he bolted toward the female slaves’ quarters, those women who serviced the men with sex as well as the vampires from their veins.
When he was out of eyesight, he slowed but retained his direction. He had to think. How was he to get into the fortress at this hour? Yet getting there seemed more critical than anything else he’d experienced in the past year. He had to get back to Sandra and he had to bond with her. And it had to be now.
The lay-out of the fortress came to mind. The central entrance, though at a distance from the
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